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Monday, March 21, 2011

I have been on vacation. I may still be on vacation. I've been going to work and going to practice, and pretty much nothing else. Not writing, obviously. Not cooking, I'm still mostly eating white food. I have actually been doing laundry, which the sweetie man usually does. I like doing laundry, though. I always feel like a total winner when I get change at the laundromat, though possibly this is an excessively positive attitude for a person who still does her laundry at the laundromat. Though I like the laundromat. Laundry is probably a good metaphor for what I needed, and actually probably so is white food.

I've been watching Bones, which two of my friends troubled to tell me was the worst show they've ever watched. I trust their opinion, I'm waiting for it to get bad. I think I'm on season three, and I still love it so much. I'm a little bit sorry for the first time in my life that I didn't go into science, which was highly encouraged. Which I ignored. Anyway. They rehydrated an old dried-out finger in fabric softener, and were able to get a fingerprint. That's another good metaphor, I've been soaking in fabric softener and plumping myself up enough to leave fingerprints again.

I'm not sure that I'm plump enough yet, so HOBBY for spring may involve more soaking in fabric softener. "Fabric softener" means something like artist dates, filling the well. Not as decadent as being in bed from noon to midnight watching television like I did last Sunday, but more consumption than production. But everything else gently back into place, except that I'm taking a break from teaching plyos. I'm glad to get back to practice, though. If I don't practice, I can't sleep and I have no mouth and I must scream is how I feel about not being able to sleep. It's not even that I'm doing anything so important that I have to be rested for. It's just way too much time to be conscious, I only have to have insomnia once to be totally motivated to work out again. And also, I probably do need to be rested.